176 Seventy Years a Master. 



Turning back to shooting, I have always 

 thought that the old-fashioned style of shoot- 

 ing over a pointer was a much prettier sight, 

 and in other ways superior to the modern 

 method of killing partridges in September. 

 Many a time on arriving at a field I wished to 

 beat, I have said to old Eocket, " Hold up 1 " 

 And I have watched him beat that field as 

 cleverly as though he had human intelligence, 

 until he found and ''stood." Then I have 

 walked quietly over to him and bagged my 

 game. Dear old Rocket saved me many miles 

 of walking. 



